What he wanted to do in that moment was lift the quilt, tear her expensive silk night gown and get Lost in every curve of her body.

However, the look Julie gave him froze those thoughts and made him move back slightly. Memories of his poor past and evolution into a famous businessman in Sheffield popped into his mind.

Just like it always happened, Bill cowered faced with Julie's anger. He chuckled, and then squeezed a small smile on his face.

“You're right, Julie. I'm going to take a shower."

With that, he stood up and staggered to the bathroom.

Julie rolled her eyes, and then picked up the remote control to turn on the air conditioner.

The sound of the air conditioner coming on felt like a slap in Bill's face.

The hatred this woman had for him, and the tenderness the other showed him kept playing in his head like a film. They were so different that his head and nerves hurt from thinking about it.

With his back to Julie, Bill forced a smile on his face although what he truly felt was resentment.

He was so horny that he didn’t know how he was going to calm down.

He went into the bathroom, and only after ten minutes, he was done with his shower.

He put on a light underwear and was ready to go to bed and have sex with his wife, but before he got to the bed, he saw a bag of newly opened sanitary napkins at the head of the bed.

Shit! Why did women have to go through this?

Bill knew that Julie still had her period every month Like a young girl, although she was no longer one.

Patricia on the other hand, had already gone through menopause and didn't have this trouble.

Julie looked at how he was dressed and rolled her eyes.

Julie put down the book she was holding and frowned for him to see her displeasure.

Julie didn't think she hated anything more than she hated sex.

Most especially now that Bill had changed from a handsome and poor boy to this slightly bloated middle-aged man.

Even the look on his face didn't help arouse Julie's desire at all. If anything, his eager look only disgusted her.